For about two seconds, the entire medical room was as quiet as a graveyard in the off-season.
The man called K froze, unable to move. Having the privilege of witnessing a big shot’s anger firsthand, he couldn’t even refute when asked, “Who do you think you are?”
After all, besides being in the wrong, he truly wasn’t anything special in front of Shan Chong.
However, the man didn’t give him a chance to explain.
After speaking, he turned towards the bed, quickly scanning the girl from head to toe to assess the situation—
Not bad, though her hair was a bit messy, and her complexion was rosy.
Her round eyes were bright and moist.
But her lips were slightly parted, looking a bit dazed.
He had almost thought he was coming to collect a corpse.
After determining in a second that she was fine, his temper flared. He roughly grabbed the borrowed wheelchair and tossed it in front of Wei Zhi, asking, “Where did you fall? Do you need this?”
Wei Zhi was a bit stunned.
She hadn’t even reacted yet, just staring blankly at the glasses cloth big shot who suddenly appeared in front of her—
His voice was too familiar.
Especially when scolding.
As he lost patience, clicking his tongue and reaching out to grab her right ankle, preparing to personally check where she had fallen… His large hand gripped the ski boot she hadn’t yet mustered the courage to remove, and the pain brought Wei Zhi back to her senses.
She cried out “Ah!” in pain, instinctively shrinking back.
Shan Chong immediately let go of her: “You hurt your foot?”
At this moment, the man had one hand on the edge of the hospital bed, leaning down slightly to get closer to her… Wei Zhi stared intently at the high bridge of his nose just inches away, and the mole on it.
When she opened her mouth to speak, she was surprised to find her voice hoarse: “Who… are you?”
She spoke slowly, even though she already had some idea in her heart—
But that idea involved a truth that was truly too shocking, and she subconsciously wanted to avoid this guess.
Despairingly, the man in front of her raised an eyebrow slightly at her words, quietly looking at her… That expression, whatever he meant to convey, probably wouldn’t be the reassuring answer of “just a concerned bystander.”
Trembling, she raised her hand and, through the air, waved it vaguely, covering the lower half of the man’s face within her field of vision…
Squinting slightly, as her pale hand hovered in the air, gradually covering his lips, his nose, and then moving upwards until revealing a pair of eyes—
Those dark pupils, possessed an overbearing aura when silent.
“Do you know now?” he asked in a deep voice.
“Who am I?”
…………………………. You’re my ancestor.
Wei Zhi shuddered, lowered her hand, and scooted backward on her bottom, wishing she could bury her head in the pillow like an ostrich…
The glasses cloth big shot was Shifu—
She had once shyly asked him for his WeChat, treating him like a stranger.
She had once played his competition video in front of him and boasted, “The big shot skis so well, so wonderfully, the big shot is so handsome, I came to Chongli for the big shot.”
She had once agonized over whether he was a pure first love or a passionate lover when in fact it was all just mosquito blood.
She, she—
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!?
Wei Zhi felt suffocated.
She wished she could faint on the spot so she wouldn’t have to face this overwhelming situation.
However, before she could find a suitable crack in the wall to squeeze herself into so tightly that even an electric drill couldn’t pry her out, the person standing by the bed had already swiftly caught her ankle. With surprising strength, he dragged her back just as she was about to crawl away—
“Ahhhh!” Wei Zhi cried out, “It hurts, it hurts!”
“You didn’t hurt your ankle, what are you yelling about?”
The man had no sympathy, mercilessly exposing her. While coldly speaking, he dragged her back to the edge of the bed. Without waiting for her to count to three and prepare herself mentally, he exerted force and directly removed the ski boot she had been hesitating to take off for so long!
The movement was so fast—
Like a person being beheaded, never having the chance to react and cry out in pain.
Wei Zhi only managed to make a contorted expression, maintaining an awkward posture with her upper body lying on the bed and one short leg held high in the man’s grip…
He flipped his hand.
She was like a ham fixed on a rack, flipped over, face down on the bed with her nose pressed against the sheet.
So she couldn’t see her heel, where the thick ski sock was stained red with blood, the bright red mixed with the green sock turning an ugly brownish color.
The man dressed all in black now had a face as dark as his clothes. He frowned and asked coldly, “I told you to put on a band-aid, where did that instruction go?”
“…”
“If your eyes are there but you can’t read WeChat messages, you might as well dig them out and donate them to someone in need. Many people who can read WeChat messages are hoping to see the light again.”